Matryoshka Pets
This is a story based on a group RP I was in the other day with HT and Stank. Most of their actions are reproduced here, though the wording of descriptions from them may have changed. As such, I give credit to them for writing between half and two thirds of this with me :3
It also contains sexy vore and offscreen vore, and a bunny being sexual because he can't think of vore any other way. I wrote this to get back into writing, tomorrow I get back to writing commissions I hope.
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Tristan Gregorei Hawthorne, henceforth known as Tris, happily bounced as he guided the raccoon to his home, the hare a little giddy. It had not been long since he had placed a new collar around his friend's throat and claimed him as his newest pet, and it was time to bring the coon home. The hare was wearing one of his trademark open jackets, made of what appeared to be suede in lavender, with a couple ruffles at the cuffs, leaving his soft tufted chest and flat tummy visible, and his round hips and thighs were hugged by some snug jeans cut low on him, travelling down to flare out just below his digitigrade ankles.
Haelfonz Tapetum, henceforth known as HT, was pleasantly surprised when his present from the bunny over the holidays was a braided elastic collar, with a tag marking him as the hare's property and a slit cut out of it in the shape of the symbol omega, and was happily swaying his banded tail as he was guided to what would be his new home. The raccoon was, apart from his new collar, wearing his own casual clothing, a moderately loose orange hoodie, a pair of khaki cargo pants, and some blue clogs. His hair was messy, and the bangs always covered his eyes, no matter how he tried to style it.
The hare in question came to a particularly thick tree, grinning, and grasped a rope hanging down from the canopy. He then began to pull on the rope, and then stepped aside, gently pulling HT away.
The raccoon looked up and perked as a spiral staircase folded down from a wooden panel up amongst the branches. He poked at it a little once it was all the way down, "Is this thing safe?"
"Certainly!" The hare grinned, grasping HT's paw in his own and starting up the staircase. It was rather wide and it seemed re-enforced despite its collapsible nature.
HT held on to Tris' paw tightly as they made their way up, before peeking his masked face over the level of the wood to look around. As he finished his journey up the stairs, he took in the layout of the place. He seemed to be in a nicely furnished living room, with a few chairs and a couch arranged facing a fireplace. At one end of the living room it opened into a kitchen, fully stocked with appliances and cabinets, and at the other end there was a hall leading to a series of doors. One other door was in the room, at a right angle to the kitchen and hallway.
It was after the staircase had been reeled up that the hare headed to this last door, swaying his hips in a way that the raccoon couldn't tell was natural or intentional. On the other side of the door was a den, carpeted with a series of levels leading down to a very familiar couch facing an equally familiar television.
And lying on the couch was a skunk, idly swaying his tail. Instead of black, the fur on most of his body was a very dark green and white, though certain parts were darker, like the tuft of pelt atop his head that curved into a pompadour of some sort on its own highlighted with the mephit's natural striping. For clothing, he wore an eccentric mix of garments, some checker pattern sewn directly to more traditional looking fabrics in a chaotic but balanced mix. Around the mephit's neck was a rubber collar, with a tag shaped like a modified radiation symbol
Raeruke Stankikus, henceforth known as Stank, flicked his tail with a grin as he saw his Master enter the den, before perking at the raccoon. He had been informed of the hare's intention to get a new pet, so he thought he was somewhat prepared. But now that he saw his new fellow pet, who he had met a couple times before, but never like this, he was feeling a little nervous. He sat up on the couch, into a kneeling position.
The bunny padded down the stepped levels of the den to the couch and nuzzled Stank affectionately, before gesturing to the raccoon and hopping over the back of the couch to flop down into place.
HT was similarly nervous. He was the new pet, and already he was going to be facing off against the established skunk for attention from their master! He hmmed, and then grinned broadly as he got an idea. He padded down to the couch and flopped onto the other side of the couch next to the bunny, leaning against him.
Stank looked around the bunny at the raccoon nervously, flicking his tail a bit and spreading his thick musk a bit more into the air.
The hare inhaled slowly, then reached to start petting both woodland creatures tenderly, his fingers working through their pelts slowly.
HT nosed up at the hare, staring to rumble quietly in his chest.
"Hello, you guys..." Stank finally spoke, easing his way in against the hare on the other side, causing the bunny to work his paws down into more of a snuggling position around his pets.
The raccoon playfully nipped at his master's bare neck, flicking his stripy tail, before he too found himself being nibbled.
The mephit had leaned across the hare to give an adventuresome nibble to HT's ear, murring quietly and swaying his brush about.
The procynid meeped and nosed back gently, blushing a little.
Giggling, the hare smooched both on the forehead, "Daww, my boys are getting along already!"
Stank smiled, "We're good, then, Master?"
The hare chuckled and ruffled Stank's improbable hair, watching it pop back up into place after his paw cartoonishly. "You're both good boys."
"And good boys get treats?" The skunk grinned hopefully.
The raccoon's belly rumbled at the mention of food, and he licked his lips with his thick blue tongue.
Tris chuckled and rolled his eyes, before slipping out from between his pets, "Alright, I guess that's fair. You didn't spray HT or anything. You want something, coonie?"
HT hmmed, and grinned, "I'm fine, Master!"
The bunny nodded, and padded out of the den, towards the kitchen.
Stank swayed his tail, looking after Tris, especially his swaying hips, with a lil bit of a blush. As such he was totally distracted from the slightly chocolate scented hot breath washing over him from behind, then warm darkness fell!
When Tristan returned with a skunk treat for Stank, he saw no skunk. The bunny blinked, looking around the room, but there was just his chubby coon sitting on the couch, licking his lips happily. The hare padded over to the couch, a confused expression clearly on his muzzle.
HT's grin grew broader, and he slowly pulled up his hoodie. Squirming bulges filled the pudgy coon tummy and stretched it out, the hoodie having done a good job at hiding most of it, but the flesh of the raccoon was far more elastic and clingy than the thick fabric. HT belched wetly, beaming up at his Master, as if he was expecting praise for his gluttony.
The hare perked, and chuckled, setting down the tray nearby and reaching to pet HT gently with one paw, "D'awww..." His other paw slipped to the squirming bulge and began to lovingly rub over the form of his pet skunk inside his pet raccoon.
The raccoon whimpered happily at the belly rubs, nosing at the petting paw as he sprawled and rolled back on the couch, laying down with his gut sticking up. He hiccupped and slurped his lips, murrrring blissfully.
The bulge, however, made more confused whimpers, "W-what just happened?" He pressed his snout out at the fleshy walls when he felt shapes pressing to him through them, causing them to more often than not stroke along the skunk's muzzle.
The raccoon grinned down at his gut, "Sibling Rivalry." He jiggled his belly with a chuckle, "And I won."
"Pscht." The trapped skunk scoffed, "You just think you won. But not all is as it appears to be."
"Let's see, Master is rubbing my belly, full of you..." He emphasized the pronouns firmly, swaying his tail smugly, "I believe I won."
The bulge slumped, "Oh..."
The hare giggled, leaning down to that bulge, cooing softly to it, loud enough to be heard through the flesh, "Still love you, Stinky..." He kissed gently atop the bulge, where it was obvious the skunk's head was.
This encouraged the trapped mephit, and he muttered, "Well, okay, yeah... that may seem bad..." He balled up for a moment, "But what if I do THIS?" He shouted and exploded his limbs out from the ball, squirming and struggling!
The hare sat back rapidly to avoid getting hit, and ended up sitting back against one of the couch's arms, watching the raccoon's belly stretch to match the skunk's arms as he pushed outward, only for the elastic nature to wear down the skunk's endurance, making it all too easy for the raccoon to reach out with one of his paws and press the distention back in to the more compact shape his gut took priorly, licking his lips possessively and letting out a weak happy moan at the sensations. Tris found this display made his pants feel rather too tight for his hips...
The skunk whined aloud as one at a time his bulges were forced back in to leave him loosely balled up in the gut again. He hmmed, then triumphantly called out, "And this!?" He braced his back against the rear wall of the belly, against the coon's spine, and kicked out with both legs at once, forming a pair of long bulges with a membrane attaching them to protrude straight out of the gut.
HT didn't seemed phased by this, and let out a low belch, causing the skunk's braced, rigid form to go into sharper relief, even the parts buried down deep inside the raccoon, the whole mephit's body now quite visible, "Ooohhhh! Keep going! Gaaauuhhh..." He moaned and rubbed as his flesh was stretched further, the belly apparently very rubbery in its qualities.
The hare muttered under his breath, "Oh, keep it up, Stinky..." He giggled a bit and licked his own lips as he watched the show, a bulge running down his pantleg nearly to his knee.
The skunk, however, couldn't keep up this position once his air was stolen away by a belch, and he collapsed, the belly attempting to return to as round a form as it could, which balled up the skunk again, his form still quite visible through the tight flesh. He panted for a moment, before trying to sit up, pushing with his feet at the back of the gut now, his face clearly defined in the fuzzy gut, eye sockets quite visible and muzzle opening to let out a weak groan as his expression changed to one of distress at his weakening state.
The coon reached out and slowly, tenderly stroked over the bulge of the skunk's face, before pressing it back down into his round belly possessively, "Shush now, dear..." He cooed, before swallowing some fresh air for his captive, the bulges growing less defined again as there was a bit more room for the mephit to move without resisting flesh.
Tris grunted and bit his lip as his pets acted out one of his kinks in great detail in front of him, a dark spot appearing near his be bulged leg's knee in his jeans, squirming a bit in place, but as he watched, his own belly let out a quiet grumble.
The skunk whined softly, though when his face bulged out again in his constant, restless squirming, it was smiling softly, if not a little bashfully. Stank was glad of the new air, and started to rub out with his handpaws, trying to grasp at the paws of the coon still rubbing him. "But it's just not right! I'm the older brother!"
At this new complaint the raccoon clenched down with his belly muscles to get the squirming bulge up against him as much as he could, then wrapped his arms around it in a nice big hug, squeezing. "True, however, I got first dibs." He licked his lips, rumbling happily.
Stank whimpered again under the clenches and squeezes, his bulge much more defined again as the walls conformed to him out of muscle control rather than lack of air to keep them apart. The bulges twisted and rolled about as much they could as the skunk's fighting was renewed, whether it be for release, or just the return of his space to move. He found it much harder to stretch the flesh when it was clenched, though.
The hare was rather dubious at the raccoon's logic, but he couldn't really complain. The show was very nice, and he found himself more consciously aware of his own growing hunger, his belly letting out an empty growl.
At the same time, HT belched out the extra air so he could relax his muscles and still have the skunk tightly held, once more, and thus missed the sound of the hare's belly calling out for something to fill it. He looked to the bunny, sighing happily, "What do you think, Master?"
The hare undid his jeans button, then zipped down the fly, licking his own lips slowly, sensually with his black tongue, "I think I have an idea." He said softly, before launching from his position at one end of the couch to pin the procynid down to the other side, grasping the coon's shoulders and straddling the squirming bulge below with his thighs. He grinned broadly down at his stuffed pet, his belly calling out again, louder.
Both pets yelped in alarm at the sudden pounce, the bulge below squirming directly against the hare's thighs and crotch, the mephit inside confused by the motion as he struggled for more space as he was squished between two bodies, protesting muffledly. The raccoon was forced to belch by the pressure on his belly, and blushed deeply up at his master, gulping nervously, "Uh... Master...?"
Tris clenched his thighs down on the squirming lump of skunk firmly, his grin only broadening, his teeth seeming sharper than normal as they were revealed from behind his black lips, "Oh yes..." He muttered, slurping his lips more sensually, his tongue now visibly forked and sinuous. The previously harmless seeming, if a bit tall, hare was now blatantly predatory, grinding his effeminate hips down into his skunk though his coon's belly as he flexed his neck and a wet pop was heard, his jaw dislocating like a snake's in preparation, before he let his jaws gape, the black flesh opening up at the back of his throat, letting the raccoon look down into the glistening abyss of his master, his arms and legs working in tandem to bring HT face-first towards the passage beyond the glistening white teeth.
Figuring out what was going on, the skunk blushed and stopped squirming quite as much, though he did nuzzle up between those strong white thighs bashfully as they held him quite tightly through flesh and jeans. His weight, he decided, was a good anchoring point for the hare to hold onto for his predatory desires, and he was glad to provide this service with only a few restless wriggles. "Get him, Tristan! Show him what for!"
The raccoon on the other hand, was torn between his own fetishes and wanting to stay free and clear of the inside of a gut, grunting and squirming, but unable to stop staring at his master's gullet as it pulsed in front of him, the belly beyond growling a call of yearning for the procynid. He weakly purred as his face was pressed into soft dark flesh, but continued squirming, as if to get away, embarrassed that he was enjoying this.
Meanwhile, the hare master churred richly, his chest rumbling with the sound, a low drone added to the music of his body, a symphony of air rushing in and out of lungs, soft wet gurgles, heady bass thrumming, and that insistent baritone voice calling to the coon from the bunny's flat belly. Tris flexed his hips and abs in tandem, his large footpaws wrapping under the cuddly-plump raccoon's rump for leverage as his crotch, by accident or design, ground against the lump of HT's gut that was the trapped skunk's face.
The skunk's face didn't seem to mind so much, as the bulges showed a grinning mephit mug on the other side of the flesh, muffledly crying out with glee "Turnabout is Fair Play, after all!" He yelped, though, as his world suddenly spun around and changed orientations, moaning and writhing, his face no longer a grin, but an open-mouthed cry of distress, "Wha-What's going on out there?"
HT rolled his shoulders as he felt the hare's legs slip off his gut, feet replaced with hands at his chubby rump and then his whole body getting upended. He flicked his tail about, shivering happily as he couldn't keep up the charade anymore, especially with the serenade the hare's body sang around him, giving a delighted clench of his tummy around his fellow pet and brother in noms.
Tris moaned happily, kneeling on the couch now, with the raccoon up in the air over his maw, and his jaws working their way around the balled up bulge of the skunk. He took a few moments to rub his strong tongue against the squirming lump's face, his rumbles getting louder for a few moments, buzzing the flesh around the two pets, even coiling the long oral appendage around the trapped muzzle, before he took another swallow, the bulge in the coon's fur now seen through the hare's own pelt, though not as distinctly, with two layers of flesh to press through.
The raccoon kicked his legs idly in the air as his hips were worked into the hot maw, the pressure the throat was starting to put on his gut forcing him to belch down into the gullet before him, panting softly in the tight space as both his own belly and the throat around him were both working over Stank.
The skunk himself groaned and twitched under the double-layer of tight flesh, unsure he'd even be able to be heard from the outside if he shouted, now. He grunted and tried to squirm, but with the added pressure of the raccoon's clench and belch, with the hare's throat around his balled up form, the best he could do was weak twitches and wriggles.
As HT had belched, the hare's belly visibly swelled out a bit into a shallow dome from the added pressure. Moments later the raccoon's muzzle pressed to the entrance of the stomach below. Now that he had the bulge of his first pet, the center of gravity for his double-meal, in his throat, gravity was starting to take hold and work the coon in more. Tris released the coon's rump as his hips slid out of sight, then he tilted his head back, stroking his paws along HT's khakis as they slid inward, the raccoon's face pressing into the slightly inflated belly below, his nostrils assaulted with faint traces of other foods the hare ate, as well as a heady blast of Stank musk from the coon's own belch.
Stank panted heavily in the tight, air restricted environment as ripple after ripple of hare flesh dragged him down with the raccoon he was trapped in, finding his limbs rather tangled up in the ball of flesh he had become, blushing softly at his predicament.
HT wiggled his lower legs, toes wiggling inside the crocs as he tried to resume his guise of being unwilling, pulling his arms down into the belly as soon as his shoulders were in, and pressing out with his paws in false protest, in any direction he could reach.
With a low glurk, the hare took another gulp, his snakelike distention of jaws closing almost to normal proportions around the raccoon's ankles, one paw caressing and playfully pushing back at the pressing paws, in a way not dissimilar to how HT pushed Stank back inward before. He sighed, his belly grumbling around the raccoon to have the whole meal, not just a portion, and he wrapped his black tongue around the blue silicone and dragged the crocs in, letting his teeth meet with one another with a sharp clack, the sound audible to both pets.
Another glurk sounded, this one louder, and seeming to echo in the den, as the bulge of those clogged feet began their decent, the hare's free paw tracing behind it, feeling his body re-tightening after such a long period of stretching, the elastic bunny grinning as the bulges slipped into his chest and out of sight, before his whole belly bounced with the impact of the raccoon's whole weight getting released into the stomach.
Teasingly, the kneeling hare reached down with both paws and hefted his gut back up off his hips, and let it drop and bounce again, moaning appreciatively, and knowing if he hadn't undone his pants at the beginning of this, that first impact would have ruined his jeans. This had the added effect of allowing his black arousal to be pressed to the underside of his gut, throbbing merrily against the distended forms of both the hare's pets from how the raccoon had settled within. "Mine, mine, mine..." He cooed to his trapped pets blissfully.
Deep within, Stank whimpered softly to himself, but the faint bulge was just readable as having a bit of a smile as he weakly tried to paw at the walls around him, nuzzling a bit too, glad for the looser flesh of the belly after the throat. "Is it over yet...?"
HT took a few moments to recover from getting bounced around in the hot pit, covering his nose at the scents surrounding him, trying to readjust, but finding it rather hard with his own gut to deal with. "Yeah, well the trip inside is, but we still have a few hours of digestion and intestines before we are really done..." He muttered dizzily and groaned as he felt the belly starting to sway, adding to his disorientation.
The hare had stood, and was walking his way towards the master bedroom of his treehouse, churrring happily as he let his jeans just fall off on the way, stepping out of them sensually and swaying his feminine hips. He chuckled softly and addressed his gut lovingly and teasingly, "Oh, no no no no... That's only when I decide to digest you two...." He grinned broadly, and arrived at his destination, his bed. He tossed off his jacket and flopped nakedly onto his back on the bed, listening to the mattress and frame creak in distress at three furs landing on one point.
The bunny bulge was bounced again, causing the white furred gut to grind against the hare's girth once more, and the coon was tossed about until he settled on his back inside, before he let out a loud, window rattling belch, causing both pets to be clearly visible in Tris' stomach, though Stank was a bit fainter to see still. "I haven't decided how long I'm gonna keep you two whole and wriggly in there before you add to my body..." He groped and rubbed over his bulgey midsection teasingly, one paw seeking out Stank's bulges particularly, "Think you'd make wonderful hips, Stinky."
The skunk blushed deeply in his deep hot prison, squirming as hard as he could, hoping to make motions that his master could feel, unaware of how snug the outer belly had gotten over the inner gut. He bashfully admitted aloud, "I have before..."
HT on the other hand, whimpered and pawed out at the groping from outside, rather dizzy from all the motion, heat, and now lack of air, starting to pass out. But before he could, a blast of cold air blew across his face, as the stomach loosened up around him, waking the coon up from his doze. A long, phallic protrusion outside playfully ground against his rump through the outer belly as he was roused, the coon blushing deeply and pressing his feet down, causing a furrow between the two croc lumps for the hare to hump at.
The hare continued to grope over the bulge of Stank inside his other pet, resting his head on his pillows and idly writhing his hips for grinding as he felt the feet press out, "Mmmmph... Good boy..." He cooed to his gut as his free paw sought out HT's face and caressed it through his own flesh, the other continuing to prod and knead at the coon's tummy through his own at the trapped skunk.
Stank murmured, nuzzling up at the feeling of his Master's paw softly, chuckling a little at the low rocking of the other two grinding at one another, and giving a couple weak kicks at the belly walls around him, "Oh the lives we lead..." He yawned softly, restlessly squirming even though the ordeal had him exhausted.
Tris ensured his boys were awake for as long as he was, lovingly molesting them through his snug gut for a few hours, before he started to doze off, full of contentment. He belched and clenched down, smirking sleepily as he felt HT belch too inside, the pair now securely held in flesh, barely able to move if they could, the warmth and lack of air granting them the sleep they likely needed by then.
The raccoon sleepily tried to paw out, using the last of his strength to push a paw outward, before he felt a loving paw gently pressing it back down with a rumble from all around him, and HT just settled down to kneading over his own belly until he passed out.
The hare drowsily kissed the bulge of the coon's head in his tummy, his happy churrs reverberating through both of his pets soothingly, a calming reminder of who had them, and that they were perfectly safe within their master. One last word rang in both pet's ears before they both got the rest they deserved. "Mine~"
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